A few things worth keeping an eye one:

It always cackles the shackles of my puny little heart to see my fellow ordinary Americans getting ready to overthrow the gummint, and, you know, Kill Whitey - or whatever the (overwhelmingly) white equivalent of "Kill Whitey" is.  I even like the idea of millions of them being heavily armed and paranoid.  At this stage of my life, I favor guns over butter, in a tight spot.  I believe that people who are skeptical about the government's motives in limiting the rights of free speech, free assembly, privacy, reproductive freedom, and so on, ought to be even more interested in the government's interest in limiting access by the masses to the only kind of discourse a bad government understands.  If 1984 ever comes, or even Red Dawn, an army of Woody Harrelsons'll do us some good.

It used to give me some pleasure to rankle my Commie buddies (yes, literally) by conceding that, yes, the American working class were the natural revolutionary class, and even the proles specifically, but, oh yeah - they're overwhelmingly conservative.  Oops - sorry Karl.  I'm no reactionary - in fact, my "progressive" credentials are in good order - but I certainly have spent enough time (much of it wasted) with my good buddies in the lumpenprole KISS Army to observe that they are neither fools nor proto-fascists, but mostly want to be left the fuck alone, and not pay taxes.  Many of them, however, also like the Baby Jesus a lot, so fuck those guys.  (See, I told you I was a liberal.)

It's fun to watch the brand-new New Right fume and fuss - I suggest, of all places, the Google Finance Dow Jones Index Forum as particularly amusing.  However, Oath Keepers are a little scary.  When these folks say "...from my cold, dead hands", they really, really, ultra-not-kidding mean it.  One gets the impression they might just start shooting now, before the jack-booted thugs even show up at their doors - you know, just in case.  As with much of the radical right, one gets the occasional sense that they are in a snit, in part, because (hate to break it to you) there's a Spade in charge.  Everyday panic!  Not that they're racist, of course. They're just misunderstood - kind of like Pat Buchanan, who gets regularly abused as if he were some kind of Nazi, just because he talks and thinks like one.

The laudable Rude Pundit observes in this connexion:

While one should not advocate kicking an old man in the nuts, neither should one advocate not kicking an old man in the nuts.  Especially when that old man is Pat Buchanan.  For surely, some great, karmic justice would be fulfilled if somebody walked onto the set during one of the 28 hours a day Buchanan's on as an analyst on MSNBC and used a steel-toed boot to just swiftly kick his pendulous balls into his gelatinous gut, if only to hear him cry out as he curled onto the floor and vomited.

Nut up or shut up indeed.

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In unrelated news, there are, like, Hella Shriners around here.